Divine Seal: The little princess is vying and fighting to become the Demon Emperor.

Chapter 65 See you in the finals, Yang Wenzhao

Han Yu is now more interested in watching the excitement.

I want to see the expressions on those guys' faces when they meet Feng Jing.

It can't be that he's the only one who's unlucky, while all these other people are lucky and never run into Feng Jing during the competition.

"Is this what you care about?"

Han Qian glared at her grandson with exasperation, "Isn't the point that your talent has improved and that she's confident in forming a titled demon hunter team?"

Title-level Demon Hunter teams are extremely rare, there are only a handful, and the most famous of them all is Demon God's Fall.

"Grandpa, is it really that difficult for her to establish a titled demon hunter team?"

"It would be problematic if it couldn't be established."

Han Yu was not surprised at all by this.

In his view, Feng Jing would definitely be able to establish the youngest title-level demon hunter team, and it would also be the fastest to advance in rank.

"Alright, alright."

Han Qian waved his hand without saying a word, "I'm getting old and need to sleep a lot. I'm going to rest."

He then left, but glanced at Ye Weiyang one last time before departing.

After Han Qian left, Han Yu looked at Ye Weiyang, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.

"Ayang, just now..."

"I know, I will keep everything that just happened a secret."

"That's not what I meant."

Han Yu naturally believed that Ye Weiyang was not a talkative person; his hesitation clearly indicated their relationship.

"I'm sorry for telling Grandpa and the others about our relationship without your permission."

"What, is my girlfriend not presentable enough?"

Ye Weiyang raised an eyebrow, her smile bright and dazzling.

"of course not!"

Han Yu felt as if fireworks were exploding above his head.

The moonlight is so beautiful tonight.

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"I really didn't expect the Priest Temple's competition to be so boring and so fast."

Because the preliminary rounds were so boring, Feng Jing even regretted participating as a priest.

As usual, they had a bye for the first two days, and the top six were determined on the third day. The top three were determined on the fourth day, and all the rankings were already out on the fifth day.

The final round of the fifth day was between Feng Jing and Sima Xian. The only thing that made Feng Jing somewhat relieved was that Sima Xian, knowing he was no match, still participated.

"You are very good."

After easily dodging a Holy Light Hammer, Feng Jing, in a good mood, began to play a coaching match.

“The pastor represents life, you need to go even faster.”

Whether it's attacking or healing, every second faster increases the chance of survival.

For Feng Jing, the coaching battles were quite enjoyable.

Meanwhile, in the trial grounds where the Knights' Temple was located, Bai Haochen faced a much tougher situation.

Bai Haochen has once again faced a formidable opponent.

Yang Wenzhao.

"Haoyue hasn't returned yet?"

Looking at Bai Haochen's bare shoulders, Yang Wenzhao frowned.

"not yet."

"But if you have a mount, you can certainly use it."

"After all, once we get to the battlefield, the enemy won't go easy on me just because I don't have a mount."

Bai Haochen answered honestly.

He even encouraged Yang Wenzhao to use a mount, since a mount was also part of Yang Wenzhao's strength. Moreover, he was confident that he could defeat both the man and the beast on his own.

"No, that would be an unfair victory."

“If you don’t need it, then we don’t need it at all.” Yang Wenzhao shook his head and decided not to summon his mount companions.

Even without their monster companions, the battle between two equally matched opponents was extremely close.

The battle was evenly matched, and it looked like it was going to drag on indefinitely.

"No, my spiritual power is slightly lower than his, and dragging this out will be very disadvantageous for me."

Dissatisfied with the draw, Bai Haochen began to think of ways to break the deadlock.

He not only pondered the unique skills that Feng Jing and Long Xingyu had taught him, but also searched for suitable, foolproof techniques among them.

In the end, he chose the Phantom Thousand Dragon that Professor Fengjing gave him.

As he channeled his spiritual power into the sword in his hand and activated his skill, a dragon's roar resounded across the field, and soon nearly a hundred golden dragon shadows appeared. Each dragon shadow was only a little over three zhang long, but their sheer number made up for it.

Nearly a hundred dragon shadows, each carrying sharp sword energy, surrounded Yang Wenzhao on the opposite side.

"No, why did you have to be so cruel!"

Knowing he couldn't handle so many dragon shadows, Yang Wenzhao quickly dodged.

However, there were too many dragon shadows, and he could not avoid them properly. In the critical moment, Yang Wenzhao instinctively summoned his mount, the Starry Unicorn.

The moment Yang Wenzhao summoned the Starry Unicorn, he knew he had lost.

However, while he himself believed he had lost, the referee disagreed. The referee only recognized that Bai Haochen was the first to be knocked off the stage by the Starry Unicorn.

"Number 2 wins this round."

The first to leave the stage loses, and Bai Haochen's luck wasn't good either.

Exhausted after using his ultimate move, he was actually knocked down by the serpentine Starry Unicorn.

Fortunately, they are currently playing a ranking competition, and the top ten have already been determined.

After discovering that he had defeated Bai Haochen, and in a less-than-honorable way, Yang Wenzhao was not happy at all.

He was not only unhappy, but also a little flustered.

"Um, Haochen, I really didn't mean to!"

"That's an instinct when danger comes; I'm not used to not riding a mount yet..."

When Yang Wenzhao left after the match, he immediately went to Bai Haochen to explain, but the more he explained, the more flustered he became.

"Can you please keep this from Cai'er and your aunt?"

This is what Yang Wenzhao really wanted to say.

He was afraid that Sheng Cai'er and Feng Jing would come to his door to stand up for Bai Haochen and give him a good beating.

"There's no need to hide this, right? Cai'er and my aunt aren't those kinds of people; they wouldn't try to trap you."

Bai Haochen tried to defend the two of them, but his explanation only made Yang Wenzhao more worried.

"You even mentioned using a burlap sack, are you really sure you don't know how?"

"Really? You still have some influence with my aunt."

Bai Haochen was at a loss. Were they really that scary?

Just as Yang Wenzhao breathed a sigh of relief, he heard a clear, cold female voice.

"I won't settle scores with you right now; the finals are in a few days."

"See you in the finals, Yang Wenzhao."

The match ended early, and Sheng Cai'er, who was waiting outside, clearly heard something. She spoke quietly, expressing her attitude.

Yang Wenzhao felt a chill run through him from head to toe.

"It can't be that bad, Cai'er. We're still fellow disciples, after all."

Yang Wenzhao really didn't want to face Sheng Cai'er, especially when she was angry. Because Sheng Cai'er was different from others; every move she made was a killing move, making her extremely difficult to deal with.

"It's just a competition."

"It's just a normal sparring match, nothing will happen."

Saint Cheryl's voice remained cold, but her attitude was resolute.

Seeing this, Yang Wenzhao could only hope that he would meet Sheng Cai'er later.

Soon, Yang Wenzhao's expectations came true, but he was not happy.

(End of this chapter)